C-5: Flames To Your Dare
900 Words
Catty's POV
‘What if I can find a better you? Richer. Nicer. Hotter.’
I roll on my side, nursing my aching butt. It feels like my bones shattered from the fall. Instead of getting a cuddle or tender massage for going overboard, he goes hard with his mean words.
Tears that well up in my eyes slowly roll down. James was my high school crush. Everyone thinks it wouldn't work out. James loves super-slim girls. His exes are a bunch of tiny ladies he could bend in any and every position. He was the hockey captain in our school, and I was just the chubby, punctual prefect who pardoned him on all occasions, staking my head on the line.
Stubborn, I followed him down to college. When he started having issues with his dad, I gave him three quarters of my allowance and almost starved. Two years after school and I'm still the chaser. Calling me his woman is just for cheap compensation…
It hurts. It f*****g hurts.
Mr. Alistair seems gentle, maybe a psycho, but not a mean ass.
I brush tears off my cheeks. I've never compared James with anyone. Changing my routine, I get snatched in my black sportswear and jog out of the room.
James is talking with his dad downstairs and I act like they're both invisible. I hit our quiet street. My body still aches from the incident, causing my weak knees to give up on me. I fall, knees down, hands flat on the ground. I can't stop the tears from falling.
Perhaps showing him I can get another man would make him respect me… Even better, his dad.
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6 PM
James walks into the room, holding a box of gifts. I've given both men cold shoulders since dawn.
“I'm sorry.” He gets to where I’m sitting on the bed and rubs my shoulder, sliding down my back. “Really, I am.” He picks my hair. “I crossed the line.”
“You act like I don't matter.” I sob
He holds my chin and makes me face him. “Of course, you do.” He mumbles. “I just wish you don't have to force things.”
I pause, looking up to meet his eyes.
“We can have this discussion later, okay?” He hastily steals a kiss and sets the jewel box on my lap. “I have to meet the boys. They flew into town last night.” He steals another kiss. “I won't be home until noon. Don’t stay up for me.”
“I thought…” I sigh. “And your dad?” I raise my voice.
“He may be old, but he understands boys' codes.” He winks and shuts the door.
I hiss and toss the box aside. Gifts, that’s all he ever gets me whenever we quarrel. If only he could give me all of him. I climb my lazy ass down and walk to the bathroom to have my first shower for the day. Today, I use the best soap and get into my sexiest lingerie. I put on a skimpy net robe that gives out so much skin.
To set the mood, I spin cool blues on the music player, gently rocking my body to the tune. James loves this song, f****d me on our first night while it hums in the background.
Slowly burning from suppressed arousal, I crawl into bed, legs sprawled. I shut my eyes, replaying our most memorable night. He didn't complain about my weight, loved every curve and hip dip… No, he didn't make me look shitty.
Without remorse, the fierce moment with Mr. Alistair takes the wheel, dominating my soul without permission. His touch. Voice… The way he stroked me was as if I were delicate.
“Uh…” I moan, feeling my hand slide down my body to my quivering p***y.
I throw my head backward and groan, reliving every moment with the hot Mr. As if he read my body language, he knew when to go harder, knew when to just suck, and when to tease.
“Oh, god.”
My legs clap against my hand. I'm going insane, wilder than I ever imagined. My finger slips in, f*****g slowly. His gentle thrust and his fierce gaze as he ate me in and out, becomes my guide. Dominating position. Command. Two fingers in, and I'm unable to contain the ecstasy.
I stiffen, squirming, moaning.
“Not so fast, dripping doll.”
His cool baritone fills the room, peaking above the music. This isn't in my head… My eyes snap open to Mr. Alistair’s brooding figure. Worse still, his pants are down as he strokes his c**k.
How long has he been watching me?
Oh, god.
Precum runs down my p***y, leaving me like a wild deer. The thought of him stroking himself to my nakedness awakens forbidden desires.
I remember that look. The look he had before he ate my p***y. The look that says he loves what he sees.
“I warned you, didn't I?” His tone slowly shifts to dark and possessive. “Bad lessons are for naughty girls like you.”
Prepping on my knees, I try to push back but his firm hand wraps around my ankle and he drags me down to the edge of the bed.
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